Michel van der Aa
The Aleph
I'm dreamed of [?] the past
Crowded by a griffin
A four-faced angel
Who, at one and the same time
Moves East and West, North and South
The cold thunderclap
A small iridescent sphere
Of almost unbearable brilliance
I fade in the morrow [?]
Of all of the twelve hundred pillars
I saw a splintered labyrinth
Of terrible [?]
In the heart was a stone
Unforeseeable time
I saw the Aleph
From every portent angle
I saw the Aleph
From every portent angle
And I'm gone
I'm sold, infinite force of infinite beauty
A panoply of all possible futures
A panoply
A panoply of all possible futures
The unimaginable universe
From Letras Mania